Give me a minute 'cause I'm wrapped in superstitionPour me a chemical to take away the edgeDon't make up anything that's breaking all your fingersJust slap around a bit of what it takes to pledge

Carry out another stone as a slaveAsk general-know-it-all, who's juggling the earth?Tease all the natives that will walk across your graveAnd shove aside your nation all for what it's worth

Beat yourself blind [Repeat x6]An open eyes and a closed mind

Look at the suit in suspended animationA faded outline that used to be a manA piece of paper that's fallen out a windowHas got a better chance to know where it will land

To bleed in vain, to bleed in vain, under my eyes are painted skiesDown at the bone yard, they're diggin' up the relicsHandfuls of parasites thrown into machinesI got the phone call they're tearin' down the missionThe zombies had a ball, but don't know what it means